Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsN. Douglas, 1926 - 218 psl. |
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... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow follow'd free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent Sea . Down dropt the breeze , the Sails ...
... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . The breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow follow'd free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent Sea . Down dropt the breeze , the Sails ...
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... twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute . It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month ...
... twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute . It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month ...
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... Twas night , calm night , the moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
... Twas night , calm night , the moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes That in the moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
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... the little Vesper - bell Which biddeth me to prayer . O Wedding - guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . D O sweeter than the Marriage - feast , ' Tis 49.
... the little Vesper - bell Which biddeth me to prayer . O Wedding - guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . D O sweeter than the Marriage - feast , ' Tis 49.
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... twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and water , on the stumps of trees . A Friar , who gathered simples in the wood , A grey - haired man - he loved this little boy , The boy loved him ...
... twas his only play To get the seeds of wild flowers , and to plant them With earth and water , on the stumps of trees . A Friar , who gathered simples in the wood , A grey - haired man - he loved this little boy , The boy loved him ...
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Albatross Ancyent Marinere babe beauteous behold Betty Foy Betty's birds black lips body breath breeze bright child church-yard dead dear door doth dreadful fair father fear FOSTER-MOTHER gentle Goody Blake green happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven Hermit high crag hill of moss idiot boy Johnny Johnny's Kilve land of mist LEWTI limbs LINES WRITTEN Liswyn farm look LYRICAL BALLADS maid Martha Ray mind mist moonlight mountain mov'd never night Nightingale o'er oh misery OLD HUNTSMAN owlets pain pass'd pleasure pond pony pony's poor old poor Susan porringer pray Quoth round sails Ship silent Simon Lee soul spirit stars Stephen Hill stood sweet tale tears tell thee There's things thorn thou thought thro TINTERN ABBEY tree turn'd Twas voice wedding-guest wherefore wild wind woman wood Young Harry
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103 psl. - She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
194 psl. - That on a wild, secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion, and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
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38 psl. - My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat.
195 psl. - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
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105 psl. - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
197 psl. - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
41 psl. - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.